Shrunken Libido
It's date night once again,
almost near the witching hour
You dread the dimming of the light,
as the clock chimes the midnight strike
Half-hearted display of staged re-enactments
of bygone semi-passionate days
Youthful days in the rearview,
both bodies not looking like they used to
So you pop the pill Viagra,
still no artificial desire erected
Another impotent plea for forgiveness,
in the bedroom chamber of confession
Where did it go,
where did it go?
Where went the shrunken libido?
Where did it go,
where did it go?
Who hexed the phallic head with zombie voodoo?
Now you can't raise the love flagpole,
Tarzan can't swing into Jane's jungle
Limp, sagging wet desire
prematurely puts out
any spark of passion fire
She don't look like she used to,
but as a matter of fact neither do you
It was always a marriage of convenience,
based solely on appearance
In the nether region, you can't raise the bridge
Caution: low stamina clearance
Love sacrificed for a security price,
in exchange for a stale, empty sex life
Now every date night, your ego takes a blow,
and you're left to wonder
what happened to your throbbing libido
Where did it go,
where did it go?
Where went the shrunken arousal?
Where did it go,
where did it go?
Where went the shrunken libido?
Like medieval trash,
machismo got thrown out the window
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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